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The Dark, Delirious Morning

by Chris Koza

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Susanne Devitt This is a beautiful record with ear-catching melodies and dreamy lyrics that show off Chris's clear, lovely voice. Plus the lyrics are included on the download! A+ Favorite track: The Dark, Delirious Morning.
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In the dark, delirious morning colors gaining confidence in the quiet of the morning moving towards the light listen to the pavement go on about the night and it's still to early to see the sun that old piece of fruit's still hanging on some tangerine tree somewhere in some orchard on the other side of this little earth (chorus) I need to make this silence stop I need to be sure I need you to understand that I don't know where to go who to read or who to reference to figure out how to say this: such a short and simple sentence There's a funny little thing called eloquence it has a way of filling empty rooms but no matter how hard you try you know the truth will still come through You wait, you wait hour after hour as all your favorite thoughts start turning sour and one by one your friends are wondering who you've become and when the old you is coming back
sometimes you may rely on old familiar things you may find yourself wandering through the streets to wrap a version of the past around the city like a cast so the walls don't crash down all the boys and girls still filling up the bars drink until they close and stumble home through the dark anticipating their next move, where to? sleep is for the dead; the night is for you we will go on we will get by with or without we will survive we will go on we will get by we will survive industry is turning over modern love is cold and sober try don't try cry don't cry sometimes you may rely on institutions or paint the town with careless resolutions you already have all the solutions when the moment comes where you realize you've turned into something you don't recognize all the walls come crashing down it's all right cry don't cry try don't try
The Avalon 02:51
going down to the avalon arcade under the neon speakers' blown out in the car the radio doesn't know it just gets louder with every song 'cause it likes rock n' roll don't make it hard, just make it go and the good things will surround you but it won't matter anyway I'd do it all over again all over again won't go down in history never did much of anything that's worth much to anyone I found some trouble I fell in love you're gonna get the girl cause she likes rock n roll don't make it hard, just play guitar and the bad things will come easy but it won't matter anyway I'd do it all over again and the morning will bring us home in the car with the speakers blown and the diner on your coat; never shake it, never shake the good things will surround your but it won't matter anyway I'd do it all over again
Shallow Seas 04:38
schools of people linger on the edge move as one entity in the shallow seas fashionistas shimmer through the reefs mannequins come to life from behind the glass don't believe your eyes variation caught in the debris you have filled bottles with a whispering soak your hands in lye un-perfect a disguise don't believe your eyes you can look however you want can sun til you're broze you can dress like a boy you can dance like a freak you can stay up for days you can sleep until three wear your shoes on the bed you can answer the phone in a curious voice burn all of your clothes forget who I am you can cheat you can lie steal all that I have you can be exactly who you had in mind I would be a fisherman I would find you in the open world it would be so ordinary shallow seas
Adjust 03:48
baby your cool eyes calming me down it's a wonder I can move at all it's a wonder I can even talk I want you to fix everything I want you to be everything sometimes I feel so unattached it's a wonder you believe in me it's a testament to your privacy I want you to be close at hand I want you to understand But I feel like I'm still learning how to trust you no matter how long no matter how much I change in your arms I melt in your touch I feel like I'm still trying to adjust baby your warm lips silence the years and the fables of hypocrisy dissolve into you naturally I want you compensate you and I want to give you all I can so take your time what's the rush it's all right it's not your fault you don't mind so you say you don't need to compensate don't need to go out of your way don't need to leave, just need to stay baby your calm ways cooling my blood it's a wonder you believe in me all alone in your secrecy I want you to be everything I want you to be there when I sing
Pilot Light 04:56
there's an airplane flying low over star-sick rivers and a sleepless city glow the familiar sights from the circling heights are hazy and nearly invisible you want to choose you want to be new the wheels emerge, hit the ground like a scourge but up close it's the same thing; you're still fighting the urge go on stay fade away there's a violence in a storm in the awful green and hurling swirling skies the weathervane spins loose, the sandbags refust the pleading sirens find no compromise you want to move on you want to be safe in the wreckage you learn, when there's nowhere to turn sometimes you just wait for the blue sky to return there are visions stoked in coals in a soot-lain iron stove they're voices that speak when the moonlight is weak and ashes settle on your clothes you want to forget you want to be free embers will wane, eyesight will strain without light not even shadows remain
darling if you carry me when I am down I'll make it up to you, some day I'll carry you I won't be a fancy pillar, I won't be a silver plate I won't be something that I ain't but I'll be true I will carry you of all the things I could reveal to you I'll show the worst. it's a promise well-rehearsed I'm trying to unlearn I just want to be good, just want to be good and keep a realistic sense if you find your on the fence jump on my back we won't look back one day you'll make all the right friends, all the right decisions. to be old, to be young, to be shunned, to be loved it's never up to you there's always some kind of excuse getting in the way honey if you're listening I hope you'll understand planed or unplanned, it all turns into sand considering the age we live it's quite easy to doubt because most things don't work out but somethings do, and you're proof darling if you carry me - i'll carry you.
poor pariah marlborough child you've been caught in the cold with your chemicals long stares lonely sad sob story your pockets all have holes they lose all your notes the one that got away hasn't come any closer to not getting away the words you wished you'd used are someone else's servants someone else's cure mad marauders calico kid you've stripped the skeleton for the highest bid train's on schedule porcelain's clean and this must be a dream or an extreme improbability the moment things were good is when you knew it was done, it would go no further a strong wind pushed you back down the escalators over sunday shoppers people seem to believe in illogical outcomes and impracticalities the words you wished you'd used they are not your asylum they were not for you going straight down going straight down
It's the day of the race all the best are in place the announcer urges take your seats the pistol's set to fire a long winter has passed horses gather on the grass stand patient while the jockeys shrink and straighten their attire the gunman gets the word nods and pulls the trigger the little things all go right you get lucky tonight and the crowd on their feet knows the smell of defeat and the taste of victory is a coincident affair they curse at their luck a collapsing aqueduct there's a darker horse in every heat, a more deserving prayer the last place makes a move takes the curve and runs the backstretch through the little things all go right you get lucky tonight cigar smoke, bourbon broke; the anecdote is real flashbulbs pop, the moment stops, everyone is still then furious, a sure thing doesn't get lucky in the parking lot at the track all the grandstand lights go black you can't control the animals, the animals control you
climb over the rockies dusted in snow look down on the desert melting through the road the coyotes shriek the vultures appear bartenders at the palisades stay open scorpion honey pour one more for me until this fever bends I'm trying to make sense from madness - its going to take some time now all I got is time and scorpion honey these mountain town saloons have ghosts in their rooms the hallway dark and wreaking moonlight and old perfume a shattered chandalier breaks the night illuminating blood as clear as ink still spilling scorpion honey goes down easy an honest medium trying to make sense from madness - its going to take some time now all I got is time and scorpion honey some things are meant to be kept under the dirt be careful when digging around in the earth there is no escape there is only distraction where death goes death follows like a tumbling weed spreading it's seed scorpion honey got the better of me pull that bottle down I'm trying to make sense from madness - it's going to take some time now all I got is time and scorpion honey
Salt 04:26
she will treat you like a new invention a fascinating kind of status symbol but while you're missing every second in the silent motion sickness wondering when it stops sitting in the bathtub watching the water drain she's the new girl moved in next door her family came out from atlanta but while you're busy avoiding her and the cautious freedom of it sleeping around the block walking in the streetlights watching the sprinklers turn on sitting in the bathtub watching the water drain she's an alchemist but no one knows this turning sacks of rags into fortune mmmm you're listening to the house settling when her creeping fingers find you holding all your breath hanging in the basement lost in the spiders web walking in the streetlights watching the sprinklers turn on sitting in the bathtub watching the water drain
On the southeast side of town a diner filled with tweakers and sleepers prom queens and cheap feelers slide down into the booth dominoes laid out in half-hearted plays nobody cares, nobody wins while the jukebox changes tunes that moment's breach when small conversation becomes revelation when words become musical overtures thoughts composed from negative space no one's surprised, no one refrains the door is always open the service is reliably unconcerned off duty policemen looking the other way at the waitress with the rose city lips earning criminal tips dirty dishes get piled high the griddle's full with hotcakes and hashbrowns busboys making the rounds things empty and fill up again the door is always open


released June 8, 2008

Engineered by: Paul Marino and Joseph Logsdon
Mixed by: Paul Marino and Chris Koza
Mastered by: Bruce Templeton for Magneto Mastering
(c) 2008 Chris Koza, ASCAP Little Radios


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Chris Koza Minneapolis, Minnesota

Both solo and with his band Rogue Valley, Chris Koza has supported and shared the stage with artists such as Brandi Carlile, Ingrid Michaelson, The Jayhawks, Neko Case, Kathleen Edwards, Dan Wilson, Stephen Kellogg, This is the Kit, and Tift Merritt, among others. His song (Rogue Valley) The Wolves and the Ravens was featured in Ben Stiller’s film The Secret Life of Walter Mitty. ... more

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